Dearest diary.. 13th of September, in the year of their lord 2006. Day 10 of my captivity.
The drums.. the drums!
My dearest schnookiemuffin asked me yesterday how things were having a child.
To answer this I need to roll back to about 2 years ago. A co-worker asked, “How are you enjoying being married?” I considered it and realized… I’ve lived with her for over a year and always enjoy her company… it really doesn’t feel any different. I just get to spend lots of time with one of my favourite people in the world.
So… how are things with the baby?
It’s a little surreal. Yes… I admit… watching the henson-eque visual effect of my son emerging out of the body of my love was one of the most emotional experiences of my life. After a few days of the amusement… I got over the feeling of, “So… they’re not going to take this away.”
Now… this wasn’t a feeling that I really wanted them to take him away. More along the lines of for the first few days he felt like ‘a loaner.’ Yeah, Andrei… we know you’re gonna have a kid so… here’s one to play with for a while… Try to actually get used to it so you’re ready.
Only thing is… this was the real thing and he’s not a loaner.
But it’s no less surreal. See… we’re in the reallllllly early stages. We have ‘baby’. Like the ones you NEVER see on TV or in the movies. There’s very little acknowledgment of the universe around him at this point. I have flashes of Dr. Keller wondering if he’s blind and deaf the way his head and eyes tend to lol (sic) around. (I’ve always wanted to use ‘lol’ as a verb, mind you. Even if I’ve spelled it wrong.) shimmeringjemmy assures me that he’s neither blind nor deaf and it’s just a lack of muscular control. I am the dad… so this means, “Okay… un-huh… you sure?”
So now we are into day 10. Yes… tomorrow he will be unable to count the days of his life on his hands. Unlike the past 10 days where he’s been unable to control them much at all. (No, sea_gaagii. No boxing gloves)
His regimen is pretty much what you’d expect. Sleep, Breast, Soil… lather, rinse, repeat. occasionally there is fidgeting and crying when we can’t quite figure out which of the above he wants or is transitioning between.
I’m trying to keep busy while being attentive. It’s amazing how I’ve transitioned from active to passive in this thing. I really can’t feed him (without help) and H spends a lot of time co-sleeping with him.
Amusingly, every-time I look at him. That internal neuron in my brain fires off and he’s the cutest thing in the world that I must protect with my life. Which of course has added some severely bizarre and sometimes annoyingly bothersome dreams.
I think we spent so much time anthropomorphizing him in the womb, that I expected a slightly higher level of sentience. But none the less, I can pick up an arm while he sleeps and it falls like a rag doll. A breathing, quivering rag doll. (Oh.. I’m going to give myself another nightmare at this rate)
I want to do more with him. Unfortunately, at this point.. the biggest game we have is, okay..let’s not look like drunk baby. Time to play strengthen that neck muscle.
It’s not bad. Really it isn’t. I’m crazy about him. Even when he makes a grimace that looks exactly like my dad having gas.
It’s just weird… and different… and glorious… and I look forward to when I can share this all with him on a level he’ll get. (and this thought is making me all misty eyed and sh&#)
I’m a dad. Who’d have thunk.
AIIIIIIGIGHGHGHIGHIIII!!!
Aiden Rocks my world.
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With, about 5 days after we got home from the hospital I had an epiphany–I get to keep her! It was only a few days later, pretty much the moment I could sit down comfortably again, that I decided I wanted another one.
Yeah it really doesn’t settle in for several months.
The whole “is she still breathing” reflex is hard to describe to non-parents.
But the best part is still ahead… basically the “dad” side of the parental duo gets to be the metal bowl underneath baby and “mom” keeping everything going and establishing the ground so they can focus solely on bonding and nuturing so we get baby locked into Malkuth.
It creates a sense of self-esteem that is unlike any other worldly reward for toil… enjoy these moments because he will be running and yelling and knocking things over before you can blink.
Glad you all are doing well.
Agape,
Andre
Yep, you’re a dad. *slaps back* 🙂 Welcome.
“After a few days of the amusement… I got over the feeling of, “So… they’re not going to take this away.”
Heh… I was 23 when I had my son, and I remember feeling shocked they would actually let a barely-adult slacker like myself actually have responsibility for this precious little person. And I was terrified I would somehow break him or otherwise screw it all up.
Those nightmares can definitely nerveracking but the joys are ever so sweet. As my daughter started discovering the world around her, I saw the world thru her eyes and the world got more vibrant and more alive.
Congrats on becoming a dad! Aiden is adorable and he has two very wonderful parents.
I second all of the above. Would like to add however, that this supportive phase means so much to H and will mean much more to Aiden when he hits that mobility/self entertained/explore-destroy stage and has not one, but two people he is comfortable exploring his surroundings with.
Abi and Bry have a few hang ups, such as her being alone with Bry for extended periods of time and him feeding or exploring with her. It was because while attentive to us, he didn’t do much by way of trying to interact with her pre-mobility/ post-holding up her own head. (She’s become lil Miss Explore-Destroy btw, so enjoy the “learning how this body thing works” phase while you still can!)
As I type this, sitting on the floor in the living room with the laptop on the coffee table, Abi is busily trying to pull the star and moon patches off the back of my robe… wait she cant reach the one up by my neck and uses my hair as a rope to climb to a standing position… Ah for the days of “do I really get to keep her?” and “lets figure out how this body works”…